t grave； the days when he lay cramped under the fallen table…tomb； and his repeated； dramatic escapes from the Pentland farm。 His never broken silence in the kirkyard was only to be explained by the unforgotten orders of his dead master。 His intelligent effort to make himself useful to the caretaker had won indulgence。 His ready obedience； good temper； high spirits and friendliness had made him the special pet of the tenement children and the Heriot laddies。 At the very last Mr。 Traill repeated the talk he had had with the non…commissioned officer from the Castle； and confessed his own fear of some forlorn end for Bobby。 It was true he was nobody's dog； and he was fascinated by soldiers and military music； and so； perhaps
〃I'll no' be reconciled to partingEh； man； that's what Auld Jock himsel' said when he was telling me that the bit dog must be returned to the sheep…farm： 'It wull be sair partin'。'〃 Tears stood in the unashamed landlord's eyes。
Glenormiston was pulling Bobby's silkily fringed ears thoughtfully。 Through all this talk about his dead master the little dog had not stirred。 For the second time that day Bobby's veil was pushed back； first by the most unfortunate laddie in the decaying tenements about Greyfriars； and now by the Lord Provost of the ancient royal burgh and capital of Scotland。 And both made the same discovery。 Deep…brown pools of love； young Bobby's eyes had dwelt upon Auld Jock。 Pools of sad memories they were now； looking out wistfully and patiently upon a masterless world。
〃Are you thinking he would be reconciled to be anywhere away from that grave？ Look； man！〃
〃Lord forgive me！ I aye thought the wee doggie happy enough。〃
After a moment the two men went down the gallery stairs in silence。 Bobby dropped from the bench and fell into a subdued trot at their heels。 As they left the cathedral by the door that led into High Street Glenormiston remarked； with a mysterious smile：
〃I'm thinking Edinburgh can do better by wee Bobby than to banish him to the Castle。 But wait a bit； man。 A kirk is not the place for settling a small dog's affairs。〃
The Lord Provost led the way westward along the cathedral's front。 On High Street； St。 Giles had three doorways。 The middle door then gave admittance to the police office； the western opened into the Little Kirk； popularly known as Haddo's Hole。 It was into this bare； whitewashed chapel that Glenormiston turned to get some restoration drawings he had left on the pulpit。 He was explaining them to Mr。 Traill when he was interrupted by a murmur and a shuffle； as of many voices and feet； and an odd tap…tap…tapping in the vestibule。
Of all the doorways on the north and south fronts of St。 Giles the one to the Little Kirk was nearest the end of George IV Bridge。 Confused by the vast size and imposing architecture of the old cathedral； these slum children； in search of the police office； went no farther； but ventured timidly into the open vestibule of Haddo's Hole。 Any doubts they might have had about this being the right place were soon dispelled。 Bobby heard them and darted out to investigate。 And suddenly they were all inside； overwrought Ailie on the floor； clasping the little dog and crying hysterically。
〃Bobby's no' deid！ Bobby's no' deid！ Oh； Maister Traill； ye wullna hae to gie 'im up to the police！ Tammy's got the seven shullin's in 'is bonnet！〃
And there was small Tammy； crutches dropped and pouring that offering of love and mercy out at the foot of an altar in old St。 Giles。 Such an astonishing pile of copper coins it was； that it looked to the landlord like the loot of some shopkeeper's change drawer。
〃Eh； puir laddie； whaur did ye get it a' noo？〃 he asked； gravely。
Tammy was very self…possessed and proud。 〃The bairnies aroond the kirkyaird gie'd it to pay the police no' to mak' Bobby be deid。〃
Mr。 Traill flashed a glance at Glenormiston。 It was a look at once of triumph and of humility over the Herculean deed of these disinherited children。 But the Lord Provost was gazing at that crowd of pale bairns； products of the Old Town's ancient slums； and feeling； in his own person； the civic shame of it。 And he was thinking； thinking； that he must hasten that other project nearest his heart； of knocking holes in solid rows of foul cliffs； in the Cowgate； on High Street； and around Greyfriars。 It was an incredible thing that such a flower of affection should have bloomed so sweetly in such sunless cells。 And it was a new gospel； at that time； that a dog or a horse or a bird might have its mission in this world of making people kinder and happier。
They were all down on the floor； in the space before the altar； unwashed； uncombed； unconscious of the dirty rags that scarce covered them； quite happy and self…forgetful in the charming friskings and friendly lollings of the well…fed； carefully groomed； beautiful little dog。 Ailie； still so excited that she forgot to be shy； put Bobby through his pretty tricks。 He rolled over and over； he jumped； he danced to Tammy's whistling of 〃Bonnie Dundee；〃 he walked on his hind legs and louped at a bonnet； he begged； he lifted his short shagged paw and shook hands。 Then he sniffed at the heap of coins； looked up inquiringly at Mr。 Traill； and； concluding that here was some property to be guarded； stood by the 〃siller〃 as stanchly as a soldier。 It was just pure pleasure to watch him。
Very suddenly the Lord Provost changed his mind。 A sacred kirk was the very best place of all to settle this little dog's affairs。 The offering of these children could not be refused。 It should lie there； below the altar； and be consecrated to some other blessed work； and he would do now and here what he had meant to do elsewhere and in a quite different way。 He lifted Bobby to the pulpit so that all might see him； and he spoke so that all might understand。
〃Are ye kennin' what it is to gie the freedom o' the toon to grand folk？〃
〃It'sit's when the bonny Queen comes an' ye gie her the keys to the burgh gates that are no' here ony mair。〃 Tammy； being in Heriot's； was a laddie of learning。
〃Weel done； laddie。 Lang syne there was a wa' aroond Edinburgh wi' gates in it。〃 Oh yes； all these bairnies knew that； and the fragment of it that was still to be seen outside and above the Grassmarket； with its sentry tower by the old west port。 〃Gin a fey king or ither grand veesitor cam'； the Laird Provost an' the maigestrates gied 'im the keys so he could gang in an' oot at 'is pleesure。 The wa's are a' doon noo； an' the gates no' here ony mair； but we hae the keys； an' we mak' a show o' gien' 'em to veesitors wha are vera grand or wise or gude； or juist usefu' by the ordinar'。〃
〃Maister Gladstane；〃 said Tammy。
〃Ay； we honor the Queen's meenisters； an' Miss Nightingale； wha nursed the soldiers i' the war； an' Leddy Burdett…Coutts； wha gies a' her siller an' a' her heart to puir folk an' is aye kind to horses and dogs an' singin' birdies； an' we gie the keys to heroes o' the war wha are brave an' faithfu'。 An' noo； there's a wee bit beastie。 He's weel…behavin'； an' isna makin' a blatterin' i' an auld kirkyaird。 He aye minds what he's bidden to do。 He's cheerfu' an' busy； keepin' the proolin' pussies an' vermin frae the sma' birdies i' the nests。 He mak's friends o' ilka body； an' he's faithfu'。 For a deid man he lo'ed he's gaun hungry； an' he hasna forgotten 'im or left 'im by 'is lane at nicht for mair years than some o' ye are auld。 An' gin ye find 'im lyin' canny； an' ye tak' a keek into 'is bonny brown een； ye can see he's aye greetin'。 An' so； ye didna ken why； but ye a' lo'ed the lanely wee〃
〃Bobby！〃 It was an excited breath of a word from the wide…eyed bairns。
〃Bobby！ Havers！ A bittie dog wadna ken what to do wi' keys。〃
But Glenormiston was smiling； and these sharp witted slum bairns exchanged knowing glances。 〃Whaur's that sma'？〃 He dived into this pocket and that； making a great pretense of searching； until he found a narrow band of new leather； with holes in one end and a stout buckle on the other； and riveted fast in the middle of it was a shining brass plate。 Tammy read the inscription aloud：
GREYFRIARS BOBBY
FROM THE LORD PROVOST
1867 Licensed
The wonderful collar was passed from hand to hand in awed silence。 The children stared and stared at this white…haired and bearded man； who 〃wasna grand ava；〃 but who talked to them as simply and kindly as a grandfaither。 He went right on talking to them in his homely way to put them at their ease； telling them that nobody at all； not even the bonny Queen； could be more than kind and well…behaving and faithful to duty。 Wee Bobby was all that； and so 〃Gin dizzens an' dizzens o' bairns war kennin' 'im； an' wad fetch seven shullin's i' their ha'pennies to a kirk； they could buy the richt for the braw doggie to be leevin'； the care o' them a'； i' the auld kirkyaird o' Greyfriars。 An' he maun hae the collar so the police wull ken 'im an' no' ever tak' 'im up for a puir； gaen…aboot dog。〃
The children quite understood the responsibility they assumed； and their eyes shone with pride at the feeling that； if more fortunate friends failed； this little creature must never be allowed to go hungry。 And when he came to dieoh； in a very； very few years； for they must remember that 〃a doggie isna as lang…leevin' as folk〃they must not forget that Bobby would not be permitted to be buried in the kirkyard。
〃We'll gie 'im a grand buryin'；〃 said Tammy。 〃We'll find a green brae by a babblin' burn aneath a snawy hawthorn； whaur the throstle sings an' the blackbird whustles。〃 For the crippled laddie had never forgotten Mr。 Traill's description of a proper picnic； and that must； indeed； be a wee dog's heaven。
〃Ay； that wull do fair weel。〃 The collar had come back to him by this time； and the Lord Provost buckled it securely about Bobby's neck。
X。
The music of bagpipe； fife and drum brought them all out of Haddo's Hole into High Street。 It was the hour of the morning drill； and the soldiers were marching out of the Castle。 From the front of St。 Giles； that jutted into the steep thoroughfare； they could look up to where the street widened to the esplanade on Castle Hill。 Rank after rank of scarlet coats； swinging kilts and sporrans； and plumed bonn